Mythology Abroad
“the mocking voice, as brown black as mascara, echoed in Keith’s head, as the skinny figure wrestled with him. “A curse on ye, then. A curse!” It was amazingly strong, and hard to get a grip on. His hands always seemed to miss the hold he aimed for.Keith had already dropped the camera somewhere in the grass. A tiny, unoccupied part of his mind hoped it was all right. The rest of him was involved actively in wishing he could get away from this angry thing, but it was a lot stronger than he was.Bo...th of them had been surprised when the mysterious figure popped right out of the ground next to the stone and reached for the milk. Keith was amazed that anyone had really come for the offering, but the bodach, if that’s what it was, appeared completely thunderstruck that anything should be there waiting for him.Keith had unwound like a spring, bounding astonished to his feet. He realized he should have been expecting an entrance like that. You could hardly expect a mystical household guardian to use a gate.MoreLess
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